Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

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