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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.