Dedicated to my husband who is a clay artist, 5/17/22.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission