(2013)
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,