The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
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,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,