Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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