Not sure where we are headed,
Could be a long ride,
Keep your heart steady,
Open wide your eyes.
There is something to learn

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird
Where are you now?
Have you taken
My courage with you?
Oh hummingbird

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.

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

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 the happiest moment of the
When I make someone laugh
When I am of use for the good
When I show kindness
When I hold a hand

Remember the night
we took your mother’s car
and drove over the skyway bridge?
The moon was a bright light
to show the way.

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

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

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

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

Misty fog floating through
bare trees.
Cold waves of wind
coarse through the woods
whistling as they go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Memories of my childhood
Visit more and more
Each day,
As ghosts of past relatives
Cast their shadows,

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

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

The misty, night rain,
Soaking bare trees,
Bringing nourishment.
I stand at the window,
A steady beat echoes

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

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

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

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr
drifting into my open door
and leads me to the window to see
leaves falling with abandon.
Highlights of red and gold lace