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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

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

Red sun in the morning
rolling up the side of earth.
The sky turned pink,
as a ball of fire
showed it’s strength,

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

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

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

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

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

Life is but a dream,
our fantasies,
spill, like liquid tears
that pool and vaporize
into the air.

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

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

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

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

I heard past generations
In my son’s voice,
I saw his life fly
Into another dimension,
A place, I can only imagine.

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

One lit candle burns brightly
As I make a wish upon it’s
Golden aura, that Humankind
May learn to caress the earth
As the wind does a field of flower

The wind went through me,
it carried the yellow, orange
and red leaves lightly
on the air.
Another change is coming,

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

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

Perhaps it is the mind
separating things
into this and that.
Perhaps it is the mind
with it’s preferences

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

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

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