The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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