4-23-24. My favorite song, "Let It Be" by the Beatles
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,