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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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