I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
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,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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.