When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own