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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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,

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,