I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
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
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
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.
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life