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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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