Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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.

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

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine