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

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

Just a small part of me
wants strife to go away,
to return to a kinder time.
Am I just losing courage?
Life is draining me,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is a day dream
So they say,
With every beat
Of my heart,
The gate to love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the brink of leaving,
To go beyond
These borders
And say good-bye,
To all you know,

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

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

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

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

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

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,

As we shared stories,
The warm hum of voices heard,
A cup of love spilled.

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