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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand