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

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

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,

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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