The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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

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

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often