The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
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
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
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…
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.