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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

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

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,