When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last