Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a 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

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told