Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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…

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched