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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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