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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn