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

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

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…

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.