(2014)
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,