If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.