October, 2019
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion