If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

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

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

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

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer