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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.