One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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.

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…

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds