(2013)
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
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…
Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
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
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.