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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

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

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.