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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.