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.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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