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,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

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

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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