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

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

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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