Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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…

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

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart