1-6-2019
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
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.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals