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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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…

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,