Drifting
away
on
cotton balls
floating off
to the
land of
Oz.
Dreaming
of a
thousand
lands
unseen…
laughter
with strangers
moments
of
glory,
the Joy
of living
the why~
floating away
freaming,
drifting,
into the
comfort
the bliss
the moments…
The unmistakable
sound
the call of
the hawk
loud
crisp and
clear
A jolt
A shot
to the
senses
Instantly alert~
The power
of sound
and flight
On the hunt
agile strength
in a state
of grace~
The knowing
the glowing
Rising in the
mists
of dawn
Soaring
ever
soaring~
On…
Slow
wakenings
hot coffee
the baby
green
of spring…
Surrounded
by flowers
all the
colors
of a
rainbow…
the sweet
songs
of the
birds…
time slows
clocks for
show…
A day
without
rules
no have to’s
no work
just sweet
nothings,
a pen,
a coffee,
and
sweet music~
Memories
flood
fade
slip away
some bring
tears
of joy
of sorrow
of lost
tomorrows…
I see
my life
as a
Kaleidoscope
of moments
some that
shaped me
some that
shamed me
either way
I danced
I sang
I loved
I hoped
I failed
I tried
I laughed
I cried…
Gazing
into the blue
lost
into the blue
waiting
into the blue
searching
into the blue
questioning
into the blue
leaning
into the blue
seeking
into…
never the same
what’s in a name
walking on
letting go
embracing
changes
no place to go
step by step
living fearlessly
fight the fight
seek the light
a warriors creed
never surrender
into the blue…
Changing
always,
I am
changing
always…
I follow
the seasons,
Face the Sun
Howl at the Moon
and
wish upon the
Stars…
Spring,
do your
thing.
I love
to watch
Mother
wake
from her
Winter’s
rest
We are
born again
with the
seasons,
time to
bloom…
My ancestral
home
I am a
great granddaughter
I long for
your hills
and the
sounds
of the sea
you are
in my
heart
always
dear…
Dancing in
the wind
fill my
visions
fields upon
fields
petals upon
petals
sweet
fragrance
embraces…
The Queen
of flowers
calling
holding on
reaching out
tears nourishing
the wounds…
Wild Roses
fill my dreams
of
hope,
of
life,
of a chance
to dance again
among the
Wild Roses…
I can’t stand
the pain
don’t mind
the rain
A journal
a pen
a book
or two
hot coffee
hot toddy
what time
of day?
To sleep in
to cook slow
a walk
a talk
a nap
Sundays…
slow down
touch spirit
stretch
relax
day dream
play
ahh
Sundays…
love
and
roses…
