Spring came to us with fresh blooms this year.
Our new surroundings pulled feelings up from deep...

Never eat when you're hungry.
Never cry when you're sad...

Coming up on another birthday,
Can be the cause of woe...

The hair gets grayer.
It can be obscured sometimes...

I know you think that 58,
Is not an age to celebrate...

Sun setting over plains of desire.
Shadows get longer next to our fire...

Apollo, god of REASON and TRUTH.
Brother of Artemis the CHASTE huntress...

Where did you go?
Your place beside me is still warm...

Bar-b-ques abound.
Acceptable feces counts...

Raking Leaves.
Yearly ritual...

The first anniversary is the one,
That tradition says is paper...

So tired these days.
Working too hard I guess...