2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
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
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome