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

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

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without