(2014)
After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
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.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
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,
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go