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

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light