Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

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

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

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.