9-11-19
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last