What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

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

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

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life