The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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,