1-6-2019
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
