(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
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…
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.