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

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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