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

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

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up