Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

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

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

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