Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light