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

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

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

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

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.

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

I lay still
While my loved one,
Sleeps.
His warm hand
In my hand,

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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,

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.

Not a word heard
As the river flows
Over rock, around
Banks that lie
Waiting for visitors.

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

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

Walking on the beach
of long ago,
the constant roll
of the gulf,
it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Every hour we are someone
Different,
Every day something new
Learned,
Death is just another

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,

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

Holiday cheer and laughter,
Multicolored lights blink faster,
Music of love and good will,
Grace the air like snowflakes.
Tis the season to be compassionate

Squirrels with bushy orange tails
leap about the deck.
Crickets hum, confused that
it’s not dark yet.
The caw of a blue jay

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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,

Harsh reality smacks
like a slap
of cold wind.
Sometimes I’m a tough
sailor, at the helm,

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

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

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