Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,