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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a