White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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…

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,

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

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