On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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