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.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.