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

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

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

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

Her smile was like gold,
Her lines were often bold,
Her stories of wisdom told,
In books that are now sold.
She has left the earth,

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by,
Soon they will release a gift of r
Trees are shedding their leaves
As they turn red, orange and yello
Signaling the squirrels to collect

Inhale, the arms float up,
Exhale, the arms float down,
Namaste, at the heart.
Inhale, the body bends,
Hands at top of mat,

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

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

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

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

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

An owl hoots
on this cool, crisp
Spring night.
A sound that’s
distant yet echos

Misty fog floating through
bare trees.
Cold waves of wind
coarse through the woods
whistling as they go

The many places I have been
And countless faces I have seen,
The many tales to be told,
Into the universe, they unfold.
It’s all a passing show,

In the blink of an eye
It’s a different scene
On the big movie screen
So easy to get absorbed
In the story line of time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is like a dream
A star studded sky
A blink of an eye
Oh, how life slips by.
Life is like a song

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

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

Walking down the dirt path,
Sounds drift on the air,
Birds chirping, leaves
Rustling, dogs barking.
Interconnection of life

Photos are all I have
At times,
Of smiling familiar faces,
My family spread out.
I would travel often

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

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

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,

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

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades,
I mourn for youth,
perhaps passion
of younger days.
With age, some of that passion

Today, I wish the pain to go,
the fatigue that I fight so.
This process of aging is unkind
and yet, the law of nature
is a fast lane of change.