Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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.

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

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…

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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