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

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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