Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free