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

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

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.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission