Free
We all want to be free
To feel we can do and be
As we choose
Without being controlled
We need to be able to find our way
Unencumbered
Whether it’s taking a walk
Or shopping
Or sipping coffee
Or reading a book
Or just living
When freedom is taken away
Or stifled we feel smothered
Creativity ceases
The spirit grows quiet
Our light dims
Fall Memories
Fall breezes gently blowing
Dark gray painted skies
Highlighting the trees below
Cool temperatures
Crisp and clean air
Bright colored leaves
Red, orange and yellow
Like precious jewels
Rustling in the breeze
Hugging the branches ever so tightly
Before falling to the ground
Chimes ringing in the wind
Moving back and forth
Playing their own muted tune
Serenading
On another day
Fall Memories
Uneasy
There’s a feeling of discomfort
Uneasiness
It’s hard to know
What’s what
Different messages coming
It’s confusing
To know what to do
To know what’s real
It’s been like this for a long time
Almost two years
Everything feels different
Yet in some ways
It looks the same
The aura is different
My desire to write
Gets stifled sometimes
The muse is still there
But struggles to come out
There’s always a discomfort
In the background
Causing my spirit to stir and churn
Uneasy
Don’t Grudge
Don’t grudge
Like
Don’t hate
Love
Don’t judge
Accept
Don’t isolate
Join
Don’t disbelieve
Believe
Don’t focus on ugliness
Focus on beauty
Don’t disrespect
Respect
Don’t harm
Help
Don’t despair
Hope
Don’t see smallness
See grandness
Don’t offer darkness
Offer light
Light up the world
With your special light
If we each offer light
The darkness will diminish
Light Up the World
Be around people who lift and thrust you up
Not people who drag or weigh you down
Stay in the light not the darkness
Try to give someone a smile or compliment
Each time you do you add to the light in the world
We each have the power to lift up the planet
Love is the most powerful energy there is
It can work miracles
Trust and believe
Signs of Life
After a long delay
Of regular daily life
The signs are there
Life is starting to return
Bit by bit
Cafes are busier
Laughter is in the street
Shoppers are out
Musicians performing
It’s been a long time
Lots of starts and stops
Hopefully it will remain
This time
But that remains to be seen
The weather is changing
Colder now
People are going inside
Instead of outside
Life is returning
At least for now
It’s Coming
The season
Of holidays
A special time for many
Full of bright colors
Reds, gold, greens and blue
The smells of baking
Cookies, cakes and more
Hot chocolate and apple cider
Hints of snow all around
Store windows dressed for the season
Scents of pine trees wafting through the air
People’s moods improve
Thinking of the common good
Instead of the one
A desire for peace
Stillness
Harmony
It’s coming
The season
Sunday Bliss
Sunday morning
It’s special
A quiet time
Family time for many
The last day before work
End of a week
A big newspaper day
Time to slow down
Catch a breath
Before Monday
Sunday Bliss
Some go for walks
Others exercise
Others make a large breakfast
Others stay in bed longer
Enjoying the feeling
Sunday Bliss
Big news shows come on
Showing their best
Cafes fill with clients
Enjoying their coffee
Parks fill with children
Sunday Bliss
A Fork in the Path
You are standing tall like a warrior in the desert
There is a path before you
Going in two directions
One to the left
One to the right
They look the same
Yet each will go a different way
The choice is hard
So much to think about
You stand at the fork
Not knowing what to do
Thinking
To the right?
To the left?
The air is clear
You can see for miles
There is complete silence
Only stillness
The sky is blue
The sun is bright
All of a sudden a wind picks up
It erases one of the paths
Leaving only one for you to follow
It will take you towards your destiny