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

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

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there