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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes