Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are