Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down