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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,