It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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.

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

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