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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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