Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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

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