The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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,

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

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

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

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go