(2014)
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,