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

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

Time passing by now
In a blink of the eye,
In the clap of a hand,
In the chirp of a bird,
In a flash of light

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

Old friends walking
on the beach,
the waves bring
in, memories,
of carefree days;

The dance of fear,
Of not being enough,
Stops and starts.
The unknown, an
Uncharted sea,

An owl hoots
on this cool, crisp
Spring night.
A sound that’s
distant yet echos

Oh hummingbird
Where are you now?
Have you taken
My courage with you?
Oh hummingbird

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

The lines in my hand,
Were read once,
By a gypsy, who
Predicated a long life...
But with many interruptions.

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,

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

When you are not here
An empty heart full of fear
Arises and wonders
If I will see you again.
What will I do without

You may not know what you’ll
do next:
Hit the open road
With your thumb stuck out.
Give up all you own

What is truth?
It’s a changing sky,
One day clear,
The next, cloudy,
Holding the blue and grey,

As we shared stories,
The warm hum of voices heard,
A cup of love spilled.

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

Great scientific minds
Working for cures
Of terminal diseases,
The clock ticks...
What is the cure

The wind went through me,
it carried the yellow, orange
and red leaves lightly
on the air.
Another change is coming,

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

Geese are honking
As they fly
Across an orange colored
Sky.
My spirit soars

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

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

Sometimes wonder
about a star,
way afar.
How life might be
in outer space,

Misty fog floating through
bare trees.
Cold waves of wind
coarse through the woods
whistling as they go

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

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

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind,
Some productive, some not.
They glow like
fires,
Created by needs and

In the rustle of leaves
the wind plays a tune,
the change of season
is on the horizon.
It asks permission

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

In the noble purpose of my life,
In the clear and quiet chamber
Of my soul,
In the open and warm cave
Of my heart,

Thoughts flicker
like twinkling lights,
ride them across
the sky.
Embrace your dream,

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,

Life is a day dream
So they say,
With every beat
Of my heart,
The gate to love