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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while