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,

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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 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,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy