Winter 2024
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
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,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle