(2014)
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
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,