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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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