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You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
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
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences