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

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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