The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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,

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