(2013)
Thoughts on how everyone has something powerful to give.
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
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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,
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
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
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
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
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,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.