When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

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

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,

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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.

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

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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