The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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…

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

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

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,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,