1-6-2019
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
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,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.