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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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

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

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.