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

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

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

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

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

Orange full moon
with a half smile,
a hanging lantern,
lighting the way,
through dark streets,

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

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

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.

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

One lit candle burns brightly
As I make a wish upon it’s
Golden aura, that Humankind
May learn to caress the earth
As the wind does a field of flower

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

In the bright moments
My mind is a flame,
Melting obstacles,
Gaining gifts of wisdom.
In the dark moments

In the rustle of leaves
the wind plays a tune,
the change of season
is on the horizon.
It asks permission

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

A path with heart
Is full of love
Which makes us right
Brings in the light
And chases the dark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is what it is
Despite my wishes for it,
Otherwise.
You are who you are
Despite my expectations,

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,

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

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

To open and risk hurt...
Or stay closed but
Never really live.
Pain can reveal...
A connection to