(2014)
Sometimes fear and indecision can be the biggest obstacle to change.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,