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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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…