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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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