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

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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.