(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
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…
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,