Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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…

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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