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2021, a difficult year for me, hope 2022 lightens up! Happy New Year my friends.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles