Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

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