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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds