(2014)
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
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
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
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…
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
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
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go