Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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