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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

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

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,