Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.