3/12/24
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
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…
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
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.