Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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…