Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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

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

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

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

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,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.