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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences