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

When I first heard
“The Blackbird,”
In the middle
Of night,
I was just thirteen.

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.

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

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.

The dance of fear,
Of not being enough,
Stops and starts.
The unknown, an
Uncharted sea,

Photos are all I have
At times,
Of smiling familiar faces,
My family spread out.
I would travel often

Driving through the small towns
of America,
children of all colors playing
in the streets,
some with tattered clothes

Easing down the
gravel road,
yellow leaves
spiral across,
like a welcome

Her smile was like gold,
Her lines were often bold,
Her stories of wisdom told,
In books that are now sold.
She has left the earth,

Time is going by fast,
Trying not to live in the past,
To keep priorities straight
And not falter at the gate.
To join the universal goal

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

Dark bulk of a single bird,
With red puffed up chest,
As winter’s breeze sways his perch

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.

Summer is near it’s end,
I regret not visiting my
childhood home,
near the gulf,
where the sunset

Firefly shine your light,
Brighten my life,
Lead the way, through
The meadows, in my mind.
Firefly, float so high,

Sitting on the lake shore,
Which made my heart soar,
The water rippled at times,
Swirled into beautiful lines,
Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

This is the America I know:
A sea of white, black, red, yellow
And brown faces,
Strong minds and voices
Raised to the sun,

Walking on the edge,
Between awareness and sleep.
Sometimes...
I’m in the moment,
I feel my body,

Life is like a dream
A star studded sky
A blink of an eye
Oh, how life slips by.
Life is like a song

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

Itchy eyes
scaly feet
achy joints
and bad teeth
hair so fine

Standing at a crossroad
Between this life
And the next,
Heart in hand
I knock on that

On the brink of leaving,
To go beyond
These borders
And say good-bye,
To all you know,

Perhaps it is the mind
separating things
into this and that.
Perhaps it is the mind
with it’s preferences

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

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,

What is truth?
It’s a changing sky,
One day clear,
The next, cloudy,
Holding the blue and grey,

Unable to be all things
For all people,
Perhaps at one time,
I tried.
Those days are

You may not know what you’ll
do next:
Hit the open road
With your thumb stuck out.
Give up all you own

Geese are honking
As they fly
Across an orange colored
Sky.
My spirit soars

My heart is a good heart,
It beats strongly
And works hard,
To keep me alive.
My mind is a good mind,

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

The birds flock
to the bird feeder,
some with black,
capped heads
and others with

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