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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon