The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,