(2014)
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song