sprinklers start my day
their sound resound
in my yard
Picchu comes in from the cold
Autumn days are here
crisp cool mornings and evenings
the Harvest Moon
shines
In the interim peace is where I find it
in a piece of music
singing a song
baking brownies
dancing around in my kitchen.
I've walked these mean streets
attentive to time and place
the fog of so many years lifts.
What is about change?
the paths unknown
the paths unknown for my beloved
I will learn once again
how to sing, not just mouthing
the words.
steps
I walk with my walker
in the path of righteousness
the good acts
in the forefront
the vested interest in You.
You feel my presence
in your every day
I feel you still here
in my life
like fresh salt
on a Margarita.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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