A poem for fun! 9/20/20
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
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…
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to