Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

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.

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes