Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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