The west coast of FLA. is hot in the summer but there is always a breeze and water to cool off in or so I remember when I was a child.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
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…
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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…