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

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,