Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,