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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with