(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
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…
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.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay