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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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 chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

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

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