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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holiday cheer and laughter,
Multicolored lights blink faster,
Music of love and good will,
Grace the air like snowflakes.
Tis the season to be compassionate

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

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,

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

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

This evening the blank,
white page is open.
My nerves are on edge,
while a storm forms
on the horizon.

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

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

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

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

Not sure where we are headed,
Could be a long ride,
Keep your heart steady,
Open wide your eyes.
There is something to learn

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

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

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