The older I get, the simple things become more important and I am learning to be okay with that. 8-23-2024.
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
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
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light