If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go