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

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.

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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