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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,