The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

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

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

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