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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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