I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,