Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes