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

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

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…

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart