Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.