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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.