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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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…

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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