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

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

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go