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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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