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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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 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,

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