The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

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

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.