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

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

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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