Just some thoughts about aging and death, 7/8/22
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.