Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last