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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,