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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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,

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;