The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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 birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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…

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free