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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,