(2015)
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
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
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
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.