Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own