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

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.

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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