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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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,

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,