(2013)
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
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
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
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,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer