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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

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