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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

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

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,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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,

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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…

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,