The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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,

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

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

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,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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.

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,