Love the birds of Spring! 5-27-23.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.