The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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