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,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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.

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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

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

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

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

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.