Fall is my favorite season but they all have a purpose and beauty. 10-12-22.
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
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.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go