Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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.

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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