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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

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,

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine