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

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

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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.

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes