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.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,