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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.