(2014)
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome