You may not know what you’ll
do next:
Hit the open road
With your thumb stuck out.
Give up all you own

As we shared stories,
The warm hum of voices heard,
A cup of love spilled.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr
drifting into my open door
and leads me to the window to see
leaves falling with abandon.
Highlights of red and gold lace

I lay still
While my loved one,
Sleeps.
His warm hand
In my hand,

It is what it is
Despite my wishes for it,
Otherwise.
You are who you are
Despite my expectations,

Red cardinal dancing
On white snow,
How regal you appear
With your cloak of red,
How it cheers my heart

The misty, night rain,
Soaking bare trees,
Bringing nourishment.
I stand at the window,
A steady beat echoes

Inhale, the arms float up,
Exhale, the arms float down,
Namaste, at the heart.
Inhale, the body bends,
Hands at top of mat,

Life is not fair at times...
But of course things
Change quickly down the line,
We are born into a
No guarantee world.

Old friends walking
on the beach,
the waves bring
in, memories,
of carefree days;

I heard past generations
In my son’s voice,
I saw his life fly
Into another dimension,
A place, I can only imagine.

What is truth?
It’s a changing sky,
One day clear,
The next, cloudy,
Holding the blue and grey,

Walking down the dirt path,
Sounds drift on the air,
Birds chirping, leaves
Rustling, dogs barking.
Interconnection of life

When I first heard
“The Blackbird,”
In the middle
Of night,
I was just thirteen.

Easing down the
gravel road,
yellow leaves
spiral across,
like a welcome

There is my shadow,
A dark outline of this body
And yet, it also holds,
The hidden imperfections
Of my existence.

The lines in my hand,
Were read once,
By a gypsy, who
Predicated a long life...
But with many interruptions.

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,

Pink hues from the west
Filter through
Snow covered boughs
Leaving,
The evening light

A path with heart
Is full of love
Which makes us right
Brings in the light
And chases the dark.

Not sure what to write
while the world
is on the brink
of another war.
While others face

Life is like a dream
A star studded sky
A blink of an eye
Oh, how life slips by.
Life is like a song

Her smile was like gold,
Her lines were often bold,
Her stories of wisdom told,
In books that are now sold.
She has left the earth,

Life is a day dream
So they say,
With every beat
Of my heart,
The gate to love

Squirrels with bushy orange tails
leap about the deck.
Crickets hum, confused that
it’s not dark yet.
The caw of a blue jay

The dance of fear,
Of not being enough,
Stops and starts.
The unknown, an
Uncharted sea,

Red sun in the morning
rolling up the side of earth.
The sky turned pink,
as a ball of fire
showed it’s strength,

In the bright moments
My mind is a flame,
Melting obstacles,
Gaining gifts of wisdom.
In the dark moments

The white snow, thin
Like sand, over
The fields, blowing
Across the road.
My car rambles

Standing at a crossroad
Between this life
And the next,
Heart in hand
I knock on that

The birds flock
to the bird feeder,
some with black,
capped heads
and others with

Life is but a dream,
our fantasies,
spill, like liquid tears
that pool and vaporize
into the air.

Rolling painted deserts
of the west.
Shrub bushes dot
sloping hillsides.
Relentless sun heats up

In the dead
Of Winter,
I long for Spring.
In the rains
Of Spring,

Itchy eyes
scaly feet
achy joints
and bad teeth
hair so fine

The buck in the garden
Chewing up hard earned
Labor,
His antlers raise,
His ears perk up, as