Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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.

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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,

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

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,