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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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