Red cardinal dancing
On white snow,
How regal you appear
With your cloak of red,
How it cheers my heart

Cool breeze rustles through the tr
drifting into my open door
and leads me to the window to see
leaves falling with abandon.
Highlights of red and gold lace

When you are not here
An empty heart full of fear
Arises and wonders
If I will see you again.
What will I do without

Not sure what to write
while the world
is on the brink
of another war.
While others face

The birds flock
to the bird feeder,
some with black,
capped heads
and others with

Blue star behind tree
branch.
White cloud passing half
moon.
Black space surrounds like a

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau
there might not be.
Live like there is only this momen
that is the truth.
Nothing is solid but whispery,

Twilight slides in quietly
as birds fly to warm nests.
Pink hues of evening
reflect in the clouds.
Soon the moon

Walking on the edge,
Between awareness and sleep.
Sometimes...
I’m in the moment,
I feel my body,

This evening the blank,
white page is open.
My nerves are on edge,
while a storm forms
on the horizon.

It’s a billion stars moving and co
While we sleep.
It’s one miracle after another and
We do not take the leap.
It’s the great heave of nature

What is the happiest moment of the
When I make someone laugh
When I am of use for the good
When I show kindness
When I hold a hand

Orange full moon
with a half smile,
a hanging lantern,
lighting the way,
through dark streets,

Rolling painted deserts
of the west.
Shrub bushes dot
sloping hillsides.
Relentless sun heats up

The dance of fear,
Of not being enough,
Stops and starts.
The unknown, an
Uncharted sea,

Itchy eyes
scaly feet
achy joints
and bad teeth
hair so fine

The misty, night rain,
Soaking bare trees,
Bringing nourishment.
I stand at the window,
A steady beat echoes

Walking on the beach
of long ago,
the constant roll
of the gulf,
it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Thoughts flicker
like twinkling lights,
ride them across
the sky.
Embrace your dream,

On the brink of leaving,
To go beyond
These borders
And say good-bye,
To all you know,

The buck in the garden
Chewing up hard earned
Labor,
His antlers raise,
His ears perk up, as

In the rustle of leaves
the wind plays a tune,
the change of season
is on the horizon.
It asks permission

Old friends walking
on the beach,
the waves bring
in, memories,
of carefree days;

Life is a day dream
So they say,
With every beat
Of my heart,
The gate to love

Some days you’re in bliss,
Some days you’re in pain.
Some days you’re up in the clouds,
Some days you’re down in the flame
Some days you get what you want

Squirrels with bushy orange tails
leap about the deck.
Crickets hum, confused that
it’s not dark yet.
The caw of a blue jay

You may not know what you’ll
do next:
Hit the open road
With your thumb stuck out.
Give up all you own

Driving through the small towns
of America,
children of all colors playing
in the streets,
some with tattered clothes

Birds flying here and there,
landing on branches to
chirp and bare, their heart.
A private club among the trees
with their own private code.

In the bright moments
My mind is a flame,
Melting obstacles,
Gaining gifts of wisdom.
In the dark moments

Time is going by fast,
Trying not to live in the past,
To keep priorities straight
And not falter at the gate.
To join the universal goal

It is what it is
Despite my wishes for it,
Otherwise.
You are who you are
Despite my expectations,

Dark bulk of a single bird,
With red puffed up chest,
As winter’s breeze sways his perch

Memories of my childhood
Visit more and more
Each day,
As ghosts of past relatives
Cast their shadows,

Easing down the
gravel road,
yellow leaves
spiral across,
like a welcome

Great scientific minds
Working for cures
Of terminal diseases,
The clock ticks...
What is the cure