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.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…