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

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

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

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

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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