Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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