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

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

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,