(2013)
#Autumn
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,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
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
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings