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.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars