11-2016.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,