Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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