(2015)
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine