Some thoughts about the recent blue moon, not to be seen again for some time! 2023
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
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,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
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.
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.