A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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.

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,