(2014)
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire