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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another