4-2024. Remembering a trip to my home town. Ready to go back next year!
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
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
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
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.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome