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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.