Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,