Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
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 a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up