Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,