Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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.

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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