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

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

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…