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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart