The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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