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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life is not fair at times...
But of course things
Change quickly down the line,
We are born into a
No guarantee world.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

As we shared stories,
The warm hum of voices heard,
A cup of love spilled.

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

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

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

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,