Falling into Eternity

Changing Seasons Colors no longer rhyme Stark Contrast Between what is and what will be.

A Clear Conscience

I can’t quite believe Be it luck or be it fortune No matter how it begins It always ends the same. Ethics wins out over any profit There is no gain in a corrupted conscience Pure art is healing for the soul As anointing with oil for a cause.

First Hints of Fall

I can hardly believe it, but after a long summer of smoke in the west, the beginnings of colors in the trees are hinting at the arrival of Fall.