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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,