The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.