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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

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

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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.

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told