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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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…

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals