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

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

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

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

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as