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

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

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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…

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there