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

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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