Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

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

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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,

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle