Pleasant dreams. 3/2/24
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,