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

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind