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

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

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

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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;

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

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.