(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
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
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
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,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the