Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,