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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

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

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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