The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and