On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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 rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine