Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

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