Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart