As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,