Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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