As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

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

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles