Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
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
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
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
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.