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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.