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

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,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

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

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy