Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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…

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.