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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

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,

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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