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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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,