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

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

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,