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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,