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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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