Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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