(2014)
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
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,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
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,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure