Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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