For Brennan
(2014)
Dedicated to my son
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go