One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

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.

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 enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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,

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often