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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth 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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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,