Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay