You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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