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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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