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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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,

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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