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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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