Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.