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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.