3/12/24
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…