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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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