On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,