Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

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

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.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.