(2014)
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
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
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love