Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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