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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

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