Winter 2024
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up