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

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

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.