(2014)
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,