When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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

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

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,