if i had a magic wand...

if i had a magic wand i would wave away, all the sorrows i feel today.
if i had a magic wand, i would make you once again young.
without a care in the world, not watching your bodies come undone.
if i had a magic wand, i would gladly erase, all the sadness
i see in your face.
i would spread love and joy, harmonious tunes.
not these

tragedies and mysteries, encrypted
in runes

chaoscacaphony

along the road

chaos, cacophony
a symphony of
sightsounds.
no greater music
heard,
than when by
color, surround.

remember me as a rose...for my mother

remember me as a rose,
she quietly said,
as she lay her head down
on her bed.
remember me when my
petals were bright,
not weak and falling
into the night.
remember me
full of color and sound.
at times not easy
to be around.
remember me as i
try to remember myself.
now the darkness approaches,
no longer in stealth.

up the street, still holding on

the light is gone

the light is gone,
but a

flicker remains,
shining through her
terror and pain.

rhodes

around the corner

life piles on loads,
but we do not
implode.
we are blessed
to still be
walking upon
its roads.

so tired she was

outside the building

so tired she was,
frazzled and frayed,
worn to the nubs,
by torments,
swayed.

a circle of birds

birdtree morning

a circle of birds,
together they draw,
love for each other
and so much
more.

i guard my mountain

i guard my mountain,
this where we stay.
a place to regroup
from our busy
garage eagle
days.

waiting and watching

falling into

outside garage eagle mountain

falling into an autumn
comfort zone.
whether or not
one is alone.

day sky moonrise

looking up

day sky moon rise,
dancing in blue.
why wait until
the day is
through.

color vibrato

color vibrato
the spectrum
sings,
while harmonizing

while walking home

everything.

until

until manunkind stop using
this world as a playground,
you see.
he will be lost in his own
barbarity.
our species will never be
truly evolved,
until we learn that around us
this world does not revolve.

the color of leaves

the color of leaves.
the grandeur
of trees.
at times i feel lost
in these i always
believe.

across from shopping center

different view

on the back of a hawk

red tailed hawk about to take off across the street

on the back of a hawk
on strong wings she flies.
companion of the winds.
the world goes by.

little fat birdie

cute little fat birdie
in the tree.
i see you,
do you see
me.

outside yoga studio

feather light

feather light
as a feather
breeze buffeted
treasure.

there and waiting

on the ledge we sit

on the ledge we sit
admiring
all of
it♥

in front of apartment building

she searched for a poem

she searched for a poem in the
once annoyed.
finding instead, the null
and the void.
she searched for a poem,
some space to fill.
the words sometimes
followed.
by force of will.
she searched for a way
to push aside,
the sad and the sorrow.
that held her stride.
but no poem sincere
would ever emerge,
she searched for a poem,
and with it
she stood on the verge.

and

and one day
man sat alone
upon this earth,
crying tears,
a lifetime worth.
a lush garden
now only in
pictures and
zoos.
nothing to look forward,
only back,
to.

green cascades on concrete

garage eagle mountain

green cascades on concrete,
plants want to grow.
a world cold and barren,
plants hope we never
know.

if you want to

if you want to follow,
take my hand.
if you want to lead,
i understand.
if you want to fly
together, or
a little ways apart.
we

birdie togetherness outside yoga studio

will still be
joined by our
hands and
our hearts.

a spot of red

another point of view

outside yoga studio

a spot of red.
little spark of glee.
that touch of
color we
all love to
see.

her rising

endless possibilities see i,
from inside the window
of this building so
high.

the horizon stretches as far as your imagination takes it.

looking outward

she runs to colors

the park

she runs to colors,
to be free
from all the sorrows
and calamities.
she runs to colors
so she can hide,
from all the shadows
that dwell inside.
she runs to colors
she finds herself lost,
in their graceful embrace,
by earthlight,
tossed.

hello sun

near the parking lot

hello sun.
i would like to say,
thank you for letting
me see you,
today.

we are still here

we are still here.
we defy the cold.
with our colors,

bond street beauties

red wonders on route

bright and bold.

grace on grace avenue

the birdie tree

flocking

looking up

she stood and watched the birdie tree.
it was as far away as her eyes
could see.
sweet flocks and wings,
gathering display.
perhaps part work,
perhaps,
part play.

for alice herz-sommer

humbled by her courage, and her grace.
the extraordinary beauty of her face.
the sparkling eyes, with tales to tell
a heart often broken, but filled with
love as well.
her heart beats sweet notes,
songs she needs to share.
as she spreads joy, hope
and compassion,
everywhere

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/10/17/alice-herz-sommer-lady-in-number-6-documentary-_n_4117013.html

curling leaf

all the leaves and the branches
quivered from the cold.
the seasons were changing,
they were getting old.
one by one they had
to let go.
to land on a world
preparing for the snows.
little curling leaf
decided to celebrate
life instead,
with form and whimsy,
she would fall on
the

outside yoga studio

earthly bed.
dancing with the winds,
in joy, not dread.
the other leaves,
heard her pretty song.
some even decided
to sing along.

colors bouncing

outside building where my parents live

colors bouncing
off life's page.
our mother
nature,
is very
sage.

she moves in shadows

she moves in shadows,
away from the light
unable to face the day,
afraid of the night.
shifting between
terror and flashes
of fear.
asking herself if
it is an error,
that she is at all,
here.

lone bird on building

if you build

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if you build your house,
with plans to fail.
do not act surprised,
do not moan or wail.
you wrote the chapters,
squandered every
page and word.
and then you blame
others...
how absurd!

evermore lovely

garage eagle love

evermore lovely
smiled so slow,
the morning
welcoming her,
nowhere to go.
nevermore lovely
than when she
could see
the love that made
them blissfully
we.

and so

while doing errands

she knew the score
before the game
began.
things went too far,
and so she ran.

to save

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we share this planet
with other beings.
we should live in gratitude
for what we are seeing.
treasure the bounty
this earth provides.
will it live or die...
only we can decide.
so lend a hand,
get involved.
to save our world
is why we have
"evolved"

the earth mother

the earth mother
leads and inspires,
in her honor,
we rise higher.

still standing

sadness follows

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sadness follows
even the happiest
glow.
then joy returns,
to even the
flow.

without knowing

outside building where my parents live

same arrangement, different approach

in front

without knowing
what will be,
the heart takes charge
of all it sees.
the brain, never quiet,
waits, in tow.
following wherever
the heart chooses
to go.

fear and false pride

fear and false pride
wrote the book,
why did i wait,
and its sequel,
now it is
too late.

planting fields

sentience

we are sentient beings.
capable of reason and
choice.
if we only used these gifts
for good,
the world would rejoice!

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each cell

each cell a miracle,

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and as they grow,
the beauty of creation,
the best of what we know.

where the buffalo roamed

where the buffalo roamed,
sun, moon,earth, trees
and sky.
this is their home.
no more should ever
die.