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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.