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

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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…

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

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.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

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