(2014)
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
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.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
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…
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most