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

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

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,