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

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

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.

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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…

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,