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

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

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.

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

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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