An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.