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

On a walk, many
Brown-Eye Susan line
the border, before the woods.
Rain clouds move closer
as if to give a hug, while

Unable to be all things
For all people,
Perhaps at one time,
I tried.
Those days are

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

Walking on the beach
of long ago,
the constant roll
of the gulf,
it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ambition seems overrated
at this time of life,
effort seems more like strife.
In my youth I was motivated
by a hungry desire

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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