The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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 flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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