(2014)
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
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,
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.