Life is not fair at times...
But of course things
Change quickly down the line,
We are born into a
No guarantee world.

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

The white snow, thin
Like sand, over
The fields, blowing
Across the road.
My car rambles

In the dead
Of Winter,
I long for Spring.
In the rains
Of Spring,

There is my shadow,
A dark outline of this body
And yet, it also holds,
The hidden imperfections
Of my existence.

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

Pink hues from the west
Filter through
Snow covered boughs
Leaving,
The evening light

Firefly shine your light,
Brighten my life,
Lead the way, through
The meadows, in my mind.
Firefly, float so high,

As we shared stories,
The warm hum of voices heard,
A cup of love spilled.

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

The lines in my hand,
Were read once,
By a gypsy, who
Predicated a long life...
But with many interruptions.

What is truth?
It’s a changing sky,
One day clear,
The next, cloudy,
Holding the blue and grey,

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

When I first heard
“The Blackbird,”
In the middle
Of night,
I was just thirteen.

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

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

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

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

My heart is a good heart,
It beats strongly
And works hard,
To keep me alive.
My mind is a good mind,

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

A path with heart
Is full of love
Which makes us right
Brings in the light
And chases the dark.

In the noble purpose of my life,
In the clear and quiet chamber
Of my soul,
In the open and warm cave
Of my heart,

To open and risk hurt...
Or stay closed but
Never really live.
Pain can reveal...
A connection to

Standing at a crossroad
Between this life
And the next,
Heart in hand
I knock on that

My spirit communes
with the four directions:
To the north are
in-laws, our aging
mother, her last

Just a small part of me
wants strife to go away,
to return to a kinder time.
Am I just losing courage?
Life is draining me,

Many thoughts in the mind,
Some productive, some not.
They glow like
fires,
Created by needs and

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,

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

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

Sometimes wonder
about a star,
way afar.
How life might be
in outer space,

Mr. R. would talk
about his deceased
brother, he dreamed
about him frequently;
also of an eagle

Brown hawk with
spotted tail,
soaring on the wind,
balancing like a sail.
Your piercing cry

Not a word heard
As the river flows
Over rock, around
Banks that lie
Waiting for visitors.

I lay still
While my loved one,
Sleeps.
His warm hand
In my hand,

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