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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion