Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.