My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go