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

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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

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

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

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.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,