In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,