You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,