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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

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