Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes