The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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