When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

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…

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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