Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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