4/7/20
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.