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.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.