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

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last