I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last