I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched