Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion