(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
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,