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

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

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

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

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