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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences