Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.