(2014)
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine