Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.