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

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…

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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…

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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