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

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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…

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry