I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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.

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song