4/7/20
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset