Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,