Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,