The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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