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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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…