Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry