Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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