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

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…

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last