Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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 hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,