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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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