If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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,

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

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

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as