Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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.

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;