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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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.

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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,