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

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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