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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told