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

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life