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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,