The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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,

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a