(2014)
Thinking about hard times and ways to deal with it.
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,
On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,