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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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