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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

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

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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,

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