Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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,

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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