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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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

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

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

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,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,