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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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