The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.