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

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

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

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

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,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.