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

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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,

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a