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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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