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

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

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

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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