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

As I enter my sixty-third year,
Fall leaves grace the path
I love,
With hues of red,
Gold and orange.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

When I grow really old
I may have to do yoga
Full time, to get out
The aches and creaks.
When I grow really old

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

Many thoughts in the mind,
Some productive, some not.
They glow like
fires,
Created by needs and

When you are not here
An empty heart full of fear
Arises and wonders
If I will see you again.
What will I do without

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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