2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
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
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.