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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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…

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

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