Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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

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,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.