This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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,

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

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

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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