(2014)
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,