Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

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