(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
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,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
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
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome