I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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