2-2018. Winter has it's moments, but wishing spring comes soon!
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart