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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

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

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,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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