(2013)
a poem written after a difficult day.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
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
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,