(2014)
Sometimes fear and indecision can be the biggest obstacle to change.
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy