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

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,