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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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.

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

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

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences