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

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

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.