1-6-2019
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
