One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds