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

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

Great scientific minds
Working for cures
Of terminal diseases,
The clock ticks...
What is the cure

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

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

Blue star behind tree
branch.
White cloud passing half
moon.
Black space surrounds like a

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Rolling painted deserts
of the west.
Shrub bushes dot
sloping hillsides.
Relentless sun heats up

Inhale, the arms float up,
Exhale, the arms float down,
Namaste, at the heart.
Inhale, the body bends,
Hands at top of mat,

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

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

Pink hues from the west
Filter through
Snow covered boughs
Leaving,
The evening light

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life,
In the clear and quiet chamber
Of my soul,
In the open and warm cave
Of my heart,

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

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

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

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

My spirit communes
with the four directions:
To the north are
in-laws, our aging
mother, her last

Just a small part of me
wants strife to go away,
to return to a kinder time.
Am I just losing courage?
Life is draining me,

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

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

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