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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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.