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…

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;