One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.