Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

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

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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…

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