The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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.

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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