Was lucky enough to take a trip to Bali, quite the adventure. 11/23.
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.