My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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

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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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