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…

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,