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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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