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

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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched