An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

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

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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