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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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