(2014)
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart