The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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.