Taking a trip soon and thinking about Summertime adventure! 6-12-24.
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down