Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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…

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal