Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

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

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

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

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that