At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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.