(2014)
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light