The birds love the trees
in our yard and I love seeing 
the birds float by.

The wind tugged at my 
skirt tails, pulling me back, but 
I kept on moving.

I walk this winding 
road alone, but hug many 
friends along the way. 

The wind blew the babe's
hair around and the sun lit
it with yellow light.

There was a crescent

moon, crickets singing and the 

baby was sleeping.

The mysterious
sailboat moon drifting over 
the greying ocean.

With Marguerite we 
walked on Marguerite Street to 
the Marguerite Sea.

The ghosts don't usually 
stay here, at least not long, 
they're just passing through.

I moved the furniture
around. Now the ghosts have
a place to sit, too.

Suddenly I realized
there were no more flies and 
all the spiders had come.

The neighbor listens
to John Denver when the morn
light meets the grape leaves.

Chilly mornings, warm 
noons, quiet evenings, darker 
nights welcome Autumn.

I wish you the 
best in this life, your travels
and a heart that's light.

With the dark days and 

dark nights there's always a break 

in the clouds, always.

It was a quiet
night. Not even the flies were
stirring in their beds.

He walked through the door
as the music climaxed and 
it was just too much.

The crow looks weathered
like he's probably lived in 
that tree forever.

I took the wedding 
clothes from the box, all the smiles
came back to my heart.

The weather's changing. 
The animals are getting  
restless and moody.

I look at your baby
body thinking how sweet and 
elegant you are.