1-6-2019
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own