Desert King

high above

the desert floor

he soars on waves

of rising air

his view of sand

and sun-baked rock

the only trees

near hidden springs

and soon he dives

to make a kill

and takes his meal

to cooler heights

it's there he'll spend

the clear, cold night

beneath a dome

of distant suns 

Let Me Go

if this is it

then let me go

let me walk the woods

let me stroll the beach

if this is it

let me feel the sunshine

let me hear the birds

let me smell the grass

if this is it

let me be me

and when it's time

just let me go 

Turning Point

a celebration

as it were

a glass or two

a special day

future plans

were on the plate

fears expressed

suggestions made

but now it's clear

this was the end

too much said

yet not enough

 

Home Town

so long away

now returned

familiar ground

but so much change

older structures

since replaced

cherished sites

lost in time

nostalgia now

with sadness mixed

a sense of loss

and some regret

for more than place

a sorrow builds

of human bonds

lost as well

Still Here

after so many years

the good and the bad

the joy and the pain

the highs and the lows

through youth and vigor

through illness and aging

I am still here

and so are you