6-2017
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
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
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.
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
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.
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
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,