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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand