(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light