I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
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…
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.