On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,