What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission