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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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,