Winter 2024
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.