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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

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.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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,