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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaves falling,
Another season
Decorating the earth.
One red leaf
In my path,

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

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

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

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

Harsh reality smacks
like a slap
of cold wind.
Sometimes I’m a tough
sailor, at the helm,

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

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

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

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,

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

Every hour we are someone
Different,
Every day something new
Learned,
Death is just another

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sitting on the lake shore,
Which made my heart soar,
The water rippled at times,
Swirled into beautiful lines,
Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

Summer is near it’s end,
I regret not visiting my
childhood home,
near the gulf,
where the sunset

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