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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

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

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,