Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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,

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,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,