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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

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

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