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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart