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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

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

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

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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