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Winds of Change

The winds flow playfully and unchecked around and through chambers of time. They have blown this way throughout millennia. No one knows where they come from or how they are created.

Instruments to measure, record, and track time were but thoughts and dreams of a conscious mind waiting to become many centuries away. Time as we know it would relentlessly march on until man came into being and create these instruments.

The wind still blows as it will, sometimes strongly and occasionally softly. Our Planet Earth continues to spin rapidly in space.

In the limitless vastness of space, time as we understand it becomes irrelevant due to the tremendous distances between us and other galaxies. Consider this: We are all space travelers, spinning in the endless ether of stars and other planets without number. I think it is funny that we are looking for space aliens! I wonder if they would view us the same way?

Eventually, we as a species will venture even deeper into space in large numbers. It will be a necessity due to dwindling finite resources brought on by an ever-increasing population. Time and necessity will bring about this change.

Meanwhile, it is better to enjoy the changing seasons on our beautiful Terra Firma, along with its rain, wind, sunshine, or snow. Life will unfold with each new day, bringing forth new sensations, trials, and challenges. Take time to absorb and enjoy your life to the fullest extent possible. We are all on this planet. All is well, so sit back and enjoy the journey.

We only make this trip once. Peace be with you as we travel through space.

The Winds of Change are still blowing.


I’ll Be There

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:


Where wild winds rush,

Causing sea waves through tall grass.


Where crystal clear water

Crashes and dances in rocky stream beds.


Where tall stately evergreens

Climb up mountain ladders.


Where eyes narrow and strain

To absorb distant, hazy vistas.


Where wild animals still find refuge

In nature’s embrace.


Where eagles still glide free

Through space and time.


Where colorful cutthroat trout

Lurk in clear, cold, rocky domains.


Where golden aspen leaves shake,

Then fall in cold, clean air.


Find this special place and look for me —

Cause I’ll be there.

Autumn Leaves

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:


Father Time once again waves his wand,

Signaling season’s change.

Warm, sunny days surrender quietly

To oncoming snow and rain.


Leaves of multicolor profusion

Play tag upon the wind.

Her arms spread wide, Mother Earth

Awaits patiently for their flight to end.


Carried haphazardly by the winds

And scattered all around.

The winds die down, while leaves still fall,

Fluttering to the ground.


Mother Earth nurtured the trees that gave leaves birth,

Now she will stop and rest.

The leaves will decompose

In time to nurture Mother Earth.


Tree limbs now bare

Move in the wind like long but skinny whips.

Words take shape

And blend on the poet’s lips.


When leaves do fall and the wild goose calls

Backward from the fold,

Brings foreboding melancholy

Creeping o’er my soul.


Unknown to many,

Father Time has his secret reasons.

Falling leaves are just one way

He signals the changing seasons.


My life’s companion strolls beside me

Through the crisp, cold breeze.

We both exalt in season’s change

As we crunch through Autumn Leaves.

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