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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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