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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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