(2015)
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
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
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
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down