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

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,