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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

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,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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