Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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