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

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.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes