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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

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

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

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…

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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