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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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

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

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.

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