(2014)
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
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…
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
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,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down