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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched