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.

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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…

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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