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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine