Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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…

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars