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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,