There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

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

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