Posted on February 4, 2022
February is
A colder October
Its days grow longer
The sun grows stronger
October is
A winding down
Its nights grow longer
The moon grows stronger
Some days
Between the two
Seem alike
When riding your bike
Chorus
The buckeye trees
Burst into bloom
After winters nap
The first to come back
Posted on February 1, 2022
With that camera
Take some pictures
From the palm of your hand
Capture something grand
Its almost spring
The days are longer
The buds will burst
Which one will be first?
I can't wait
For the return of the bees
Spring comes alive
With the buzzing of hives
Posted on January 30, 2022
Spring is near
You can feel it
In the sun and air
Soon the Groundhog Speaks
And the Dragon Dance
Happen just this week
The old buckeye trees
Bursting buds will bloom
Along our flowing creek
Soon no vacancy
In our bird houses
Happy melodies
Posted on January 21, 2022
Within a couple of weeks we have a Buckeye tree that will start to bloom. It always happens by mid February. There are other trees that have white flowers that bloom by this same time. I’m going to try to write a song with a melody based on Spring since we are getting close to Mardi Gras, which here in Orinda is a sort of early spring.
I’m posting my “Friday Intention”. Pray for me – I’m going to try to sing! Check back later to see if it actually happens.
I woke up
On the right side of the bed
This new silly song
Dancing in my head
I'm in a great mood
Like a happy school kid
On this sunny Friday
I think I'll sing
I started out
With a melody
On the grand piano
That was the Key
I matched my voice
With this melody
Note for note
Now let's see
Like everything else
It will take time
But first tries are good
They're never a crime
Chorus
Voodoo Lounge Singer
New Voodoo Mic
Holy Mardi Gras
Spring is within site!
Posted on November 19, 2021
It's fantastic
What we humans see
When our eyes are open
Internally
The Internal
Affects the External
When our eyes are open
Autumnal or Vernal
The External
Influences our brain
Bringing pleasure
Or pain
Autumn's paradox
Such color in death
Vernal is green
A baby's first breath
Images beget moods
Color the minds eye
Accentuate the positive
Or scare us deep inside
Take the moon
You'll either sing
Clair de Lune
Or songs filled with doom
You get to choose
Decide what you see
Darkness and sadness or
Light and Beauty