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,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission