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

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

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…

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,