We have a smashing good time
cavorting like squirrels
celebrating sunlight and acorns
And that dance of Spirit
wanders like a caravan of gypsies
through our tender heart space
even on the darkest of days
For we are blessed
you and I and all
Blessed beyond measure
with Love
In the garden with ivy
and the occasional veggie
In the studio with pen and ink
and big brush on canvas
And, most of all,
in the turn of the phrases
and singing heartsongs
with the man in her life
Gathered beneath the trees,
the flowered ones
huge and majestic
there
on that knob of a hill
where sun baked thoughts
of lazing about
or travel on yachts
played
There we sang
in full resonant force
of life and with zest
Our voices blessing the landscape
like coyotes in the distance
and there we awoke
a new dream
He was on purpose,
as he headed off
with singing heart
and whistle on his breath
Intent carried his dreams
in a satchel of loving,
nurtured visions who
see fulfillment
in all his fullness
