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

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry