You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,