White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

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