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

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,