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

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

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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

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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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,

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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