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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird