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

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

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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