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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos