Dedicated to my husband who is a clay artist, 5/17/22.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
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
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
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
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
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 we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years