Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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