12-6-24. The first snow fall is always an inspiration.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own