On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

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

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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…

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,