As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

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

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

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,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,