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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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,