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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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