Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,