(2015)
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
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.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
