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

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

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,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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