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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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

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

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a