Red silk kimono Attracts the morning humming Bird to my shoulder Perhaps, it wasn’t The flowers or bright colors, But the sweet center
I’m tired of being a slave to the fat Its weight always holding me back Consequently, I am taking this path Hoping to find my freedom at last As I get my health back on track Leaving nothing in life to chance
Wildflowers abound Roaming the outskirts of town Thriving without sound ~~~ Dotting the landscape Of California terrain Cheering up my day If anyone knows what that last one is please enlighten me.
She’ll never just rollover onto her back Because she’s the alpha female of the pack Asserting her dominance at the hint of an attack Standing her ground, the low vibrations sound A warning growl, reverberating turn around Fail to heed now, you’ll be taken down
I hear the drums beat In the heat of the city streets The sounds of world flutes Fluttering curtains and leaves Of the tall oak tree Out the window of my room A native chant calls with every flap Carried upon a falcons back Reminding me to look and see Find the inner peace ThatContinue reading “The falcon soars”
Some do not exist In the universe unless Pictures are posted