Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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