11-2016.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
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,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.