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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

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

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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up