In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay