What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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