The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
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.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched