7-3-21. Impressions of summer
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,