Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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 white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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 wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

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