11-2016.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
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