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.

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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…

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes