4-1-2017
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,