In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,