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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

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