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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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,

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.