3/12/24
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.