11-2016.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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…
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings