(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
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,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love