Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

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

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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