The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

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

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

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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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