(2014)
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
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…
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
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
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals