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…
Seasons~
Drifting…
Ireland~
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…
Wild Roses~
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…
Sundays…
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…
Rise…
Sunrise
sunset
lest
we
forget
live
with
regret
there
are
no
safe
bets…
Let it go
Let it be
Let it, Me
Imagine
a
life
of
roses
sweet
memories
echo’s
of
laughter
let it be…
Peace…
No peace
for man
or beast
From first
light
to last
light
the incessant
whine
of our
times
Machines!
Drown out
the sounds
of life
that soothe
the soul
Like nails
to a cross
know peace
No peace
Man is a
beast…
This & That
It comes
it goes
this & that
It always
finds it
way back
To the
I don’t know
where did it
go…
Lost and
found
always look
down
Had enough…
look up
hold on
Let go…
into the
flow
a little of
this
and alot of
that… 
Shadows…
They
fill my
mind
fill my
time
Shadows
of who
I once
was
of a
time
gone
by…
Shadows
lurk
they
smirk,
when
I remember
they remind
of what
was left
behind
Shadows
play
but
never
stay…
Holding Spaces…
The moon
dances
across
the sky
branches
reaching
touching
holding
spaces
time
flows
where
does
it go?
holding
spaces
dreams
come
dreams
go…
born
and
die
in
the
holding
spaces…
