Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.