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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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.

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

Perhaps it is the mind
separating things
into this and that.
Perhaps it is the mind
with it’s preferences

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

I heard past generations
In my son’s voice,
I saw his life fly
Into another dimension,
A place, I can only imagine.