A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.