A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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,

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

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.