Ready for this pandemic to be over, but who isn't! 7/2020
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
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.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
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,
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart