Written after a trip to the seashore, 4-2023.
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
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…