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

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,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

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,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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