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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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.