Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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

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.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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