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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry