Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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.

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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…