The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,