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

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

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

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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

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

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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

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

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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…

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

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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are