Poems

These pages are dedicated to personal reflections and explorations inspired by the evocative poems in “Bookends
of Life.”

Beneath the sky so wide and blue,I plant these seeds in thoughts of you,Dear Nancy, gone, but not unseen—In golden blooms, your soul will glean.

In the heart of my world, there stands a soft grace,The Octagon – a symbol – my own sacred space.A building where balance and harmony

Here in a meadow where the coneflower sways,Under the warmth of the sun’s golden rays,A farm unfolds in a tranquil embrace,A tapestry of life in

In the quiet of dawn, when the light starts to gleam,Wellness is more than a body’s pure dream.It’s the gentle caress of your breath as

Out in the forest, where great willows bend,There are souls who listen, with kind hearts that tend.Healers who weave, with unique hands of light,Binding the