What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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,

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,