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

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

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are