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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as