Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

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,

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,