Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.