Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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,

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.

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own