In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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