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

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,