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

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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,

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart