Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

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

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people