A poem about missing summertime when the cold of winter comes around.

A poem about a strange whirlwind that seems to be alive.

The Blues.

Falling from the sky, every winter.

The sun.

No one is alone in the search for a long lost love. We all have either done the search and found, doing the search and still waiting, or will be involved in the search when the time is right in that person’s life for him or her to search for love.

Every person and animal are priceless treasures from Nature as well as the obvious. What money can buy, we should all be able to live without. Heat and Food should not be sold but sown and shared.

All the things that went through my mind, summer of ‘07.

Sometimes loneliness can cloud our vision to the extent where we feel completely alone in a crowd full of people.

No particular focus, just the gist of the moment.