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

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

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

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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.