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

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,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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.

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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