The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,
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
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.