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

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,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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