Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

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,

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most