First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

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

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