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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and