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

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

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

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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