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

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

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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.

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

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

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos