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

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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.

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…

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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