(2015)
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
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
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand