In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

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

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos