In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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.

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos