6-2017
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,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
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 the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,