Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

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

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

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.