(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
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…
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own