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,

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

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

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

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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals