Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old