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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,