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

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy