4-2024. Remembering a trip to my home town. Ready to go back next year!
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
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
Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart