I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…