(2014)
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.