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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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