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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,