Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.