Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.