The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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,

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…

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.

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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