October, 2019
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…
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,