Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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