On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,