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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,