(2013)
Travel on a winter day which can be dangerous but so beautiful at the same time.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,