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

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.

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

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

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

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

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