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

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

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

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

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

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

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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.

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched