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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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,