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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart