Written after a trip to the seashore, 4-2023.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,