The gift of summer
Is the sound of a
Creek flowing through
Rocks.
A blue bird perched

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

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

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,

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

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

Yellow finches
Line the bird feeder
Against Spring’ s canopy
Of green and purple tapestry.
Back and forth they go

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

Geese are honking
As they fly
Across an orange colored
Sky.
My spirit soars

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

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,

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

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

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

When I grow really old
I may have to do yoga
Full time, to get out
The aches and creaks.
When I grow really old

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is the America I know:
A sea of white, black, red, yellow
And brown faces,
Strong minds and voices
Raised to the sun,

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

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

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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year,
Fall leaves grace the path
I love,
With hues of red,
Gold and orange.

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

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

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

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

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

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