(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want