When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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