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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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…

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last