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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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.

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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