In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.