1/18/21. Dedicated to my husband of 41 years.
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
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
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.