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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,