One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.