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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

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

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