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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

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.

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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