6-2017
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
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,